Chapter 120: The Mirror of Separation

The clock crossed five o'clock.

Outside, however, darkness was still shrouded, and the night was still dark, but there was no sign of dawn. Fan Xiaofang, who realized this, suddenly had a crack on his face, and his tone changed suddenly: "Isn't it already five o'clock now? Why hasn't there been any change outside." ”

"Didn't you notice? Time hasn't moved since you just now. ”

Fan Xiaofang looked down at the time, four thirty, it was four thirty when Ying Xiaochuan came in, and now it is still four thirty, it has not changed!

"Why ......"

Ying Xiaochuan said slowly: "Because of this matter, it has long been out of your control." Even if you don't want to, you can't. ”

"You lied to me?"

"I didn't lie to you, by the way, I'll show you something. ”

Ying Xiaochuan opened the peephole mirror and took out a mirror from the red envelope. This mirror is called "Future", which he borrowed from Bai Wuchang, just to prevent Xiao Fang from backsliding.

"This mirror can see the future of ghosts, do you want to see Gu Xiangfei's final ending?"

The mirror glows with golden light and floats in mid-air, and the mirror surface projects a mirror image, magnified and projected in front of the eyes like a multimedia film.

Inside the mirror is a piece of fiery lava, the sky is full of fire, the sky is full of scarlet, the red rock is peeled off piece by piece under the erosion of the high-temperature magma, and the rollers are on the ground, consuming into white smoke. And in the middle of the rocks, a team of shackles walked on foot.

They bent over, bent their bodies, stepping barefoot on the hot lava stones, and could cook a piece of meat with every step, but they couldn't stop, because once they stopped, there would be a volley of whips on their bodies, drenched in blood, screaming, the wounds continued to heal, and new wounds were constantly created, like reincarnation, the pain was repeated, this is the realm of Ah Nose!

The unkempt ghosts were brought to the edge of the lava by the ghosts, and the bottom was the tumbling molten lava, and they stood on the rocks and jumped down one after the other as if they were dumplings. The hot magma cramped and scalded them into oil, and the screams clung to their ears like a nightmare, unable to stop, unable to resist, unable to resist.

From beginning to end, Fan Xiaofang looked at it expressionlessly, as if she was watching a bloody movie in the cinema. Suddenly, her expression changed suddenly, she screamed, turned around in fright, gasped for breath, and trembled with fear - at this moment, the next person standing on the lava to jump down was Gu Xiangfei.

Ying Xiaochuan said: "The picture you see now is what Gu Xiangfei will do in the future." ”

"You're lying to me! You're a liar!"

Ying Xiaochuan said: "If I am a liar, then what are you afraid of?"

"No, what did he do wrong? Why did he do this to him?!

"Why? This is the result of your choice for him, why don't you dare to look at it?" Ying Xiaochuan said indifferently.

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Ying Xiaochuan sneered and continued: "Actually, he originally had another possibility, do you want to take a look?"

Without waiting for Fan Xiaofang to answer, Ying Xiaochuan changed the picture in the mirror to another one. It's a loving picture of a newborn baby lying in hospital swaddling clothes, sleeping sweetly.

The baby's cry attracted Fan Xiaofang's attention, and she slowly turned her head, her expression suddenly glazed.

"It's ......"

"This was originally Gu Xiangfei's life, he was a short-lived ghost in his previous life, but he was blessed in this life. If you hadn't forced him to stay, he would have started a new life. Ying Xiaochuan said: "Two completely different lives, one is happy, and the other is the abyss hell. What did your love bring him?"

"No...... How could it be ......" Maybe she began to regret it, Fan Xiaofang cried.

"You have one last chance, cousin. Ying Xiaochuan said in a deep voice: "You can also choose to continue to let him stay, anyway, he doesn't know any decisions you make." ”

Ying Xiaochuan's words are very cruel. He deliberately used such cruel words to stab Fan Xiaofang's heart and force her to make a choice.

"I know, he's not happy. I also knew that he had always wanted to go. But he never told me this, and I selfishly ignored his feelings. Fan Xiaofang's face was full of tears and she was trembling from crying, "I don't want his future to be like that, I want to give him back the life that belongs to him." ”

"Then you'll never see him again. ”

Fan Xiaofang shook her head, "Of course I hope he can stay with me forever, but this price is too great, I can't afford it." ”

Ying Xiaochuan said lightly: "It's not difficult, the choice is in your hands." ”

"Take him away. ”

"What did you say?"

"Take him away, please. Fan Xiaofang whimpered.

"Is it sincere this time?"

Fan Xiaofang closed her eyes.

Ying Xiaochuan took out the scabbard of the Lingshuang Sword and slowly raised it to the top of his head, and Bai Wuchang's advice sounded in his ears: "The sword light of the divine sword will bring out the souls of both people, and when you use the divine sword to split the entangled souls, the two will be split into two." ”

Ling Shuang's sword light burst out from the tip of the sword, turning into a long golden light as thick as a water pipe, and when it got close to Fan Xiaofang, the long light turned into countless small beams of light, flying into the Heavenly Spirit Cover in unison. Fan Xiaofang's whole person was shrouded in an expanded light, and after a while, a black figure appeared behind Fan Xiaofang, looking like two people hugging each other and then completely blending together, unable to see the specific face.

Now is the time!

Ying Xiaochuan's body moved, flew over and slashed the sword down, and in an instant, the black mist trembled, and a gap opened in the middle, leaking out the golden sword light in the middle. The intertwined souls are like completely mixed flour, you have me, I have you, and forcibly separating them is undoubtedly painful.

A terrible wail rose from the ground, sharp as if to drain both eardrums, Ying Xiaochuan's chest hurt, and the Lingshuang Sword suddenly returned, protecting Ying Xiaochuan in the middle, and the discomfort suddenly withdrew from his body.

In front of him, the crumpled souls were pieced together and assembled, although they were small molecules, but if you looked closely, you could still see the difference in color, one dark blue, one light blue.

The screams did not gradually become smaller until the soul fragments assembled a vague human form, and I don't know how much time had passed, and two complete souls finally appeared in front of Ying Xiaochuan.